Walking Disease
I roam these dark, damp streets all alone.
I'm searching for something
That I know I'll never find
Well I've been searching for something
Something I can call mine.
I can't take anymore
And this mind is at war!
And I can get no relief
I'm a walking disease.
Delusions of grandeur
I am lost in this world.
I'm nothing and nowhere
All I can see are these walls.
My soul is so blank
You can see right through me.
What you see is what you get
There ain't no mystery.
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